Behind those always present dark shades, were always present darker eyes and darker thoughts that welled. The light tossle of a hairstyle was gone, and encroaching on her face was what I could only imagine the home to woodland creatures. It was soft and clean, but the amount and way it was presented made her more of a mythical creature from the deep woods. A Nymph.

I once heard her say “The best way to attract someone without words, is to pretend there is a crayon in your butt. Spell your message, with your butt.”

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